PMQ’s: doggy do’s and donuts, donkeys
dongs, epsilons. Chrysostom Whizzes. There
it goes up your Nos. Oui! Bilbao maze,
courting ruin. Edge of dark knees, Mercy:
Tintern’s Orange shell: morning sun crystal
fur frost. Wells too drop in on. The gentle
right man chews a rubber burger, butts a
verger, calypso hedge fund merger.
Snort and the world snorts with you:
sneeze and you sneeze on your Tod.
11:46
Rain.
Poll & Nob been and gone.
Sloth sleeps so no shouts.
Me: wetsuit gloved, coffeed up, watched replays of yesterday and now:
what?
Dog just barked, commode getting wet by coalhole.
-Wannawork?
-Should really. Falling behind. Angsty.
Something about green gauze bugs me.
Cannot spell chrysanthemuns.
Can you? Smart, uh.
Now where was i.